We shoot our horses ‘round here

We live in a country that has been captivated by shows like Yellowstone, where millions of followers flood to Instagram accounts featuring influencing cowgirl wannabes, hobby ranchers, and rodeo fashionistas. Post Malone now sings in Wranglers, and Beyoncé performs in assless chaps, because this life is now for everyone. A cosplay that you think would amplify cultural respect, preservation, and rekindle God-fearing values, but is mostly a fashion show; a Hollywood exploitation, a chance to move out West, buy land with cash sight unseen that you have no real respect for, just to jack up the cost of living for locals, get bored after a year, and eventually move back to your shitty condo in LA because, “winter in the Rockies is, like, really really cold.”

Truthfully, I don’t carry as much bitterness as I know I sound like I do. I think this phenomenon is merely a symptom of long-term disconnect from what is honest, real, and true.

People from all walks of life are so hungry for something they don’t even remember, but their soul is desperately trying to tap into it. Maybe it’s as simple as good ole-fashioned American Freedom.

Maybe it’s something more.

Maybe it really is as shallow as needing a change in wardrobe.

I can’t pretend to understand why anyone does anything anymore.